Buzz…0

Li Xuanfeng’s gaze swept across the heavens. Though he hadn’t read as many ancient texts as Si Yuanli, he had personally seen a Maha. He drew his white bow back into a full moon once more.0

Thump!0

The Kongsijiang Demon Bowl had yet to fully manifest when petals began raining down again. The remaining nine Buddhist cultivators didn’t even look back; they had already rushed in, their male and female features suddenly clear. Golden powder fell from their faces; their teeth glinted gold, and they furrowed their brows in rage.0

The monk charging at him was fierce, with bulging eyes and pronounced brow bones. Muscles swelled across the face, radiating killing intent. It was a true visage of a wrathful vajra.1

Li Xuanfeng's gaze was icy sharp and as piercing as steel. He sensed the arrogance...0